A Country Clergyman meeting a neighbour who never came to church,
although an old fellow of about fifty, he gave him some reproof on
that account, and asked him if he never read at home? No, replied the
clown, I cannot read. I dare say, said the parson, you don't know who
made you? Not I, in troth, cried the country man. A little boy coming
by at the same time, Who made you child? said the parson, God Sir, said
the boy.--Why look you there, quoth the Clergyman, are you not ashamed
to hear a child of five or six years old, tell me who made him, when
you that are so old a man, cannot!--Ah! said the country man, it is no
wonder that he should remember; he was made but t'other day, and it is
a long while measter since I was made.